Chapter 1113 Warning, too much sweetness (58)
"She was a vampire from the beginning?"
Hearing her question, Song Naichao frowned.
"Why are you asking these questions? Have you seen her?"
"Well, on the cruise to Italy, she came to stay in my room for a while, and I exchanged some moves with her."
Song Naichao stepped forward and looked at Jiang Tang carefully.
"Are you hurt?"
Before Jiang Tang could answer, the man spoke again with sinister eyes.
"I will kill her."
"..."
Jiang Tang snorted, rubbed Song Naichao's head and smiled.
"You are no match for me, let alone her. I kicked her into the mud with just one kick."
The man still pursed his lips with a bad expression.
"After all, she cannot be killed by ordinary weapons. If this happens, you should tell me earlier."
Jiang Tang nodded casually and looked at the retreating bushes on both sides of the car.
"So, how did she become a vampire?"
"She is not a vampire, she is a blood slave who was transformed after death."
"Who modified it?"
"The person who turned me into a vampire. There are many nondescript people like me in the world, but they can't bask in the sun like me because they are just blood slaves who retain the characteristics of corpses and cannot touch the sun. I don't Drinking blood will prevent them from starving to death, but if they don’t drink blood, they will slowly rot until they become a pile of rotten flesh.”
Listening to this completely unfamiliar information, Jiang Tang's expression was dull and unconvincing.
Song Naichao knew that she was calm and smart, but he always felt that compared to him, she seemed to be more suitable for this world of monsters and monsters.
"Jiang Tang."
He leaned forward slightly, leaning against Jiang Tang, smelling the sweet fragrance on the tip of his nose, and narrowed his eyes intoxicated.
"Who are you?" Jiang Tang glanced sideways at him, then turned his head coldly.
"Jiang Tang."
"No, you're not."
Song Naichao suddenly raised his head, pressed it against Jiang Tang's face, and shook his head.
"Ever since I brought you to the villa last time, you are no longer Jiang Tang. You don't even pretend, and you tell me nakedly that you are not her."
"Hmm."
If it's not, then it's not, so what if she is exposed, he can still find a Taoist priest to take her in.
Seeing Jiang Tang's calm face, Song Naichao stretched out his hand weakly and gently touched her hair.
"I have lived for more than 800 years, but you give me the feeling that you have lived longer than me."
"No, I'm only in my twenties this year, and I'm still in my prime. Don't compare me to an old antique like you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the car reached the country road.
Jiang Tang promised Father Jiang to come eat steamed buns tonight, so she rushed over as soon as the event ended.
Song Naichao followed her quietly, and Jiang's father smiled more kindly when he saw the two of them coming together.
It's really rude not to eat every time you have a guest, not to mention that the person treating you is your future father-in-law.
So this time, Song Naichao ate two meat buns expressionlessly in front of the two of them, almost swallowing them whole, even before he could taste them.
Upon seeing this, Jiang's father piled a few more buns and placed them in front of him.
"Eat more, there's still more in the pot."
Song Naichao reached out to take it, but was intercepted by Jiang Tang and his hand was slapped hard.
"Dad, he will vomit if he eats too much at night. Let him eat less."
Upon hearing this, Father Jiang quickly stared at his future son-in-law's face. His face seemed really pale, like a bloodless white paper, which frightened him.
"If you have accumulated food, you should go out and walk around more. Tangtang, after you finish eating, go out for a walk with Xiao Song. If you still feel uncomfortable, I will give you a few injections."
(End of chapter)